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I saw Dylan who was working out and his German Shepherd barking out unnecessarily on his way. Perhaps it was asking for comfort from its master but I was sure that Dylan was in no mood for it. I made my way to the garden excitedly after freshening up. When I crossed Dylan who was busy doing push-ups, I was stunned for a moment to notice how well-built the figure he had. He had possibly eight-pack abs. A perfect body that could be defined as a Greek god. His curves were wetting the floor with his hot sweats. Eyes focused somewhere inside the garden. I wanted to treasure his body for a while but his eyes suddenly averted to me.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

Mr De Vito’s name whispered through my mind like a forbidden prayer. I could go to him right now. I knew he wouldn’t resist. I could sneak into his room, climb into his bed, and ride him until the sun came up. I could let him tear me apart, rebuild me, own me. The thought alone made my nipples harden against the silk of my nightgown, made my body clench with need. But... I was the one holding the leash. Not him. Not anymore. And I wasn’t about to give that power up—not yet.

Dad said it would be for the betterment of the future—future my ass. “Thank you amigo!” I gulped down the content of the glass that Levi prepared. I didn’t ask him what it was, yet whatever it was in there was really strong. Been a Saturday, The Den was filled to the brim with people. Mostly business owners, I guess it was the only place one could go and not be bothered. A half-naked lady was dancing on the pole. She was so sensual that all the men seated in here wanted her, but I had eyes on her. The drinks weren’t effective it seemed, I needed something much more stronger.

She laid naked on her back, knees bent high, thighs fallen wide open, craving for pleasure. The thick silicone vibrator hummed low against her clit—slow, relentless circles that made her hips twitch every few seconds. She dragged it down through her folds, then pressed the curved head inside just enough to stretch her entrance, letting the buzz sink deep before pulling it back to her swollen clit. Her breath came in shallow pants. Eyes squeezed shut. Mind locked on him. On the way it all began: Ash’s miscarriage last summer, the way Ethan had leaned on Vina for support while Ash shut down. One late-night confession over wine turned into a kiss, then more—fucking in the guest room while Ash s

Alex had teased, dangerous and smooth; Ryan had taunted, playful and maddening; Dominic had lingered, silent and magnetic, commanding without moving a muscle. I collapsed into bed later, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding, stomach twisted, mind spinning. My life had changed irreversibly. Desire, temptation, and forbidden tension had consumed it. And I wasn’t sure how long I could resist it.

"And you can't deny that you don't want me to be here too. You couldn't sleep because of me. Isn't that why you were spying?" "I wasn't spying!" "Look, I've had enough of your silly games. I have been celibate for way too long and I've not been able to be with other women since you Sophia. So stop torturing me, damn it!" "Adam-" I gasped. He didn't give me a chance to reply before his hands roamed my body. He loosened the knot of my robe and opened it. "I'm not going to beg this time. I'm just going to take what I want." He said.

I’d seen him at mass with his robes sucking onto his broad shoulders, and I hated how my gaze lingered. “It’s… desires, Father. Bad ones.” I paused, cheeks burning. “Homosexual desires. I can’t stop thinking about men. Touching them. Being touched. It’s constant, and I pray, but it doesn’t go away. I feel …disgusting.” A weird wave of silence stretched for a beat. Then that voice again, smoother this time, almost warm. “Many struggle with temptation, Noah. The flesh is weak, but the spirit can be stronger. Tell me more; let it out.”

Adrian’s‍ breath brushed over his neck “Stubb‍o⁠rn even now, I should b​end you ov⁠er this desk and tea⁠c‌h you exactly⁠ what happ‌ens when you⁠ forg‍et who owns your ti‌me.” Th‌e words s​ent‌ a​ bolt of‍ p‌ur‌e lu‍st straight to⁠ Et‌han‍’​s groin, he was full​y ha⁠rd now, achi‌ng, l​eaki​ng a⁠ga‌inst th⁠e insid​e of his sweatpants,‍ the fantasy f‌lash‌e​d through h‌is‍ mi​nd Adrian’s big⁠ hands pinning hi​m down, that deep voice commanding him to take it, the thick bu‌lg‍e he co​uld feel hovering just behind him, but Adrian d⁠id⁠n’t⁠ t​ouch him.

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